There Are Not Enough Indians In The

Previous To This Time I Had Never Even A Balloon Except From A Distance. Being Interested In Their Construction, I Was About To Institute A Thorough Examination Of All Its Parts, When The Aeronaut Announced That All Was Ready. He Inquired Whether I Desired To Go Up Alone, Or He Should Accompany Me. My Desire, If Frankly Expressed, Would Have Been Not To Go Up At All; But If I Was To Go, Company Was Certainly Desirable. With An Attempt At Indifference, I Intimated That He Might Go Along.

There Are Not Enough Indians In The World To Defeat The Seventh Cavalry.

I Would Be Willing, Yes Glad, To See A Battle Every Day During My Life.

Hurrah Boys! Let's Get These Last Few Reds Then Head On Back To Camp. Hurrah!

I Appeal To You As A Soldier To Spare Me The Humiliation Of Seeing My Regiment March To Meet The Enemy And I Not Share Its Dangers.